Bai Suxin felt that Xiao Han was definitely doomed and could never dodge this strike. A sense of satisfaction arose in her heart—was she finally about to have her revenge?
A figure flashed across her sight, and for some reason, she felt a sense of loss.
Perhaps, it was because this man, aside from her husband, was the first man she had any relationship with.
However, her husband's vengeance had to be fulfilled; Xiao Han had to die.
In a flash, numerous thoughts crossed Bai Suxin's mind. Her eyes, however, were very tranquil, as still as a stagnant pool, without any ripples.
"Dang."
A soft clink sounded, the sharp dagger did not penetrate Xiao Han's neck, nor did it even leave a mark. This made Bai Suxin's eyes widen, she nearly thought she had seen it wrong.
"I may not be Vajra, but I am not just any ordinary woman that can be killed with a mere dagger," Xiao Han's voice rang out, causing Bai Suxin's face to change dramatically.
